The Inquisition Rite is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

François Béran had imagined the possible variables of the Inquisition Ritual, and the biggest danger he conceived was the failure of his own magic - after all, using the Great Divine Word to identify heresy would be affected by many uncontrollable factors, and his own strength was not high enough to control this magic to the extent that he could control it 100%.

But he had no idea that the unexpected would come from the exact opposite direction: his magic was enhanced.

Seeing the milky white aura spread across the square, Fran Béran realized that the situation was going to get out of hand.

Because he actually knew from the beginning that few of the civilians in the outer city of Lu'an could pass the test of the Great Divine Word Technique.

The long-term lockdown has already seriously worn down the will of the believers, and the leaflets circulating around the city have shaken everyone's faith in the god of light, Fran B. Brown may not care about the lives of the people at the bottom, but as a senior priest, he at least understands the hearts of the people, at least, he understands how weak the minds of ordinary people can be in such situations - and on the contrary, the "Great Divine Speech" is an extremely severe test- In fact, this magic was not created to judge ordinary people for heresy at all, but the real function of this magic was to test the mental strength of the clergy!

The purpose of applying this magic to testing the transcendent to ordinary people, and calling it the "Inquisition of Heresy," is simple: it is simply to ensure that everyone who stands on the opposite side of the church is quickly condemned.

Therefore, this trial was not fair from the beginning, because in fact, no matter who the soldiers took from the square, there was a 90% chance that that person would be identified as a heretic!

The temporary bishop of Lu'an City immediately cut off his own maintenance of the Divine Arts, but the situation did not change in the slightest: the aftermath of the Great Divine Word had been strengthened by some unknown force, and it was still spreading, and it was already hanging over the heads of those in the square!

The civilians were in a commotion, but they didn't have time to dodge the scope of the divine magic, the white aura swept over everyone's heads, and what happened next made every priest at a loss: one civilian after another appeared a turbulent and shattered light curtain, and one after another civilians were identified as heretics by the divine magic!

The aura spread all the way, and the turbulent and broken light curtain continued all the way, and in the "heretical" marks one after another, there were less than one percent of people who could still keep the holy light constant, and even if it was that one, its light was dim and dim, and it could be extinguished at any time, and it could not really pass the test at all.

In this city of churches, the whole city is "heretical."

Fran Béran felt only a dizziness, and the continuous fragmented light curtain rushed towards him like an endless black tide, and in this dizzy and shaky vision, he saw an even more terrifying sight:

The aura spread not only to the civilians, but also to the priests who stood on the edge of the high platform and were being punished.

On those priests, a turbulent and shattered light curtain also appeared!

Then came the papal knights and church soldiers—they watched in astonishment and nervousness as they were shrouded in the aura of divine magic, and the next moment, the light curtain on their bodies also shattered, and black fissures like ink-stained were all around them.

"Lord......"

An exclamation rang out from the clergy behind Fran Béran, and the temporary bishop's heart immediately tightened, and he tried to control his heart to keep it from beating so fast, but when he turned around, the terrible scene made his breath stop for a moment:

In the clergy on the high platform, among the priests from the Luan Cathedral, two venerable assistant bishops were looking at them in despair, and beside them, a faint layer of holy light was gradually shattering, and the dark cracks were becoming more and more wide.

Originally, the Great Divine Word Technique, which was supposed to only spread in the direction of the square, actually affected the Divine Officer Group after it was suddenly strengthened!

"Hold on to your beliefs!" François Beran finally exclaimed, "Don't doubt your faith!" Don't doubt what you're doing! ”

After exclaiming, the temporary bishop's mind suddenly flashed through the image he had just seen—

In the square, among the civilians closest to the high platform of the Judgment, several extraordinarily bright and constant lights suddenly appeared......

He had thought it was a commoner with an unusually strong faith and an innate affinity for the Light—a rare but unthinkable scenario, but now he realized the anomaly of it. Or maybe he should have realized it in the first place, but the shock at the time made him lose his judgment in those most crucial seconds.

Those rays of light are not the rays that come out of passing the test of the Great Divine Word, but the Holy Light! It's something like magic!

"Cecil is in the square!" Fran Béran raised his scepter in the air and shouted to the knights and soldiers around the platform who were still in a panic and nervousness, "Go and grab those ......"

His shouting stopped abruptly, for by the time his gaze swept across the square, the suspicious people were long gone.

Those people evacuated as early as the situation first began to get out of hand.

All he could see was a few strange metal plates falling to the ground, the surface of which was filled with a bright, holy glow, and bursts of powerful divine fluctuations came from those metal plates.

For a moment, Fran B. Braun was stunned, as if the metal plates could finally withstand some kind of pressure, and sparks and a little smoke came out as they crackled, and the holy light floating on the surface of the metal plates immediately dissipated.

And as those weird "magic props" stopped working, the great divine magic that spread everywhere in the square finally stopped.

But everything is irretrievable, and the whole square is falling into a deathly silence.

Standing on a high wooden platform, his face as terrifying as a statue, François Béran looked at the civilians and the silent priests who were also sluggish, and a question raced wildly in his mind:

When a heresy ceremony directly identifies almost the entire city of believers and priests as heretical, as one of the only people who is not a heretic, what should I do?!

Shouting the name of the Lord to cleanse the city of heretics? Or is it as if nothing happened, as if the power of the Lord failed once in a while?

For the first time in his life, Fran B. B. Brown hoped that the God of Light would immediately punish him and burn himself to death, rather than face the most difficult decision of his life here.

However, at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting the temporary bishop's life choice.

He froze for a moment when he first heard the whistling sound, as if he didn't realize what it was, but soon he noticed the look of fear on the faces of the exiled knights at the edge of the square, and he realized in an instant what the voices meant.

It's the Cecil, it's the "heavenly fire" of the Cecil that has come in! Those Cecilians finally got their hands dirty!

François Béran could not contain his ecstasy at the moment, all his problems seemed to be solved with the fall of the fire of the Cecil, he turned abruptly and looked at the priests behind him, and he saw a similar joy on the faces of those who were waking up one by one.

The Cecilians have finally attacked the holy city with their weapons!

Whether it was the out-of-control heresy trials, the doubts and antagonisms that spread in the city, all this would be a thing of the past, and all the mistakes made by the priests of the cathedral would become the embellishment of the generosity before the martyrdom of the Cecil in the moment of direct attack by Cecil...... Preparations for martyrdom have long been prepared.

He is indeed religious, and the clergy in the cathedral are also religious, they are not afraid of death from the beginning, it is not a whitewashed courage, but a real fear of death - the belief in the God of Light has long been infiltrated in the bone marrow of their senior clergy, even the most greedy and selfish clergy, when faced with the matter of "sacrifice for the Lord", will burst out with great courage.

"The hour of sacrifice for the Lord has come!" Fran Béran suddenly let out a shout, he raised his scepter in the air, and a brilliant light erupted from behind him, "I will prove my piety with my blood!" ”

The clergy also chanted fervently: "The hour of sacrifice for the Lord has come!" ”

The whistling sound in the air came from far and near, and finally reached the sky above the city, and Fran Béran's eyes that belonged to the transcendent had already seen the appearance of those magical weapons wrapped in pale cyan air currents flying in the air, and he saw those things flying from the southeast of the city, like falcons to the earth, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and opened his arms to those demonic weapons, quietly waiting for death to come.

The great faith of sacrificing himself for the god of light encouraged him, causing his body to tremble slightly with excitement.

Then, those "heavenly fires" flying from afar exploded on their own over the city.

With a much smaller sound than the explosion of ordinary magic crystal shells, the cyan air masses flying over the city disintegrated and exploded one after another, and the metal structures wrapped in the air masses also fell apart, and after those hollow shells exploded, countless pieces of paper fell from the sky.

Farin Béran squinted his eyes and spread his hands, waiting for a long time without waiting for death to come, and he couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion, only to see the civilians in the square craned their necks and looked at the sky.

A piece of paper fell from his eyes, and the temporary bishop grabbed it at once, and he looked at the thing that fell from the sky in bewilderment, and was greeted by the familiar and delicate handwriting:

“…… Heresy is the biggest lie......

“…… The willingness to sacrifice civilians and kidnap civilians is no different from that of bandits......

“…… The Light is not to be decided by the priests in the Church, it belongs to everyone......

"Give up pointless confrontation, Cecil will treat all his friends equally......"

With one whistling and boom, more and more pieces of paper fell down, and Fran Béran looked up at the sky in a daze, and he felt that the pieces of paper were flying like snow, endlessly.

The leader of the Monks of Discipline finally reacted, and the black-robed senior priest shouted at this moment the only words he could think of that might save the situation a little:

"It's the evil magic of the Cecil! The Cecilians interfered with the rites of heresy with evil magic and the devil's pact! The ritual was ruined by them - this trial is nullified, nullified! ”

The clergy chimed in, and François Béran recovered a little from these shouts, and he stirred up the Light for the last time, announcing the outcome of today's farce: "This heresy trial is temporarily suspended due to the influence of sorcery. ”

The tall bishop then ignored everyone in the square, completely ignoring the reactions of the civilians, and rushed through the gates of the church district with the priesthood as if he had fled.

On the outer edge of the square, a pair of amber eyes peered through the window of a private house, indifferently watching the farce in the square end in the form that best suited the farce.

François Béran took refuge in the church district, where the bishops and priests of Luan were still alive.

But the Church of the Light in the southern lands is finally dead.

There is only one thing left to do now.